Chapter 1107 - Ancient Human Race
Before the two cultivators could finish speaking, they froze. Their eyes then locked onto the tree where Liu Wuxie was hiding.
"Who's there? Come out!" one of them snapped.
Liu Wuxie used the Ancient Breath-Concealing Art to suppress his presence, but the spatial laws of the heavenly coffin weakened it, allowing a trace of his aura to slip out.
Exposed, Liu Wuxie stepped calmly from behind the tree.
"Who are you, and why were you hiding?" the man demanded, his eyes narrowing in surprise as he sensed Liu Wuxie's cultivation.
The two couldn't hide their disbelief. This world's internal pressure had nearly crushed them when they first arrived. It had taken days before they could even move freely. Yet the young man, only at the Spirit Profound Realm, was standing there unharmed?
"I was here first. How does that make me the sneaky one?" Liu Wuxie replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
They had been too absorbed in their chatter to notice him, and they were now accusing him of skulking?
"Don't waste time, just kill him," the man on the left snapped. "He's too weak. Probably a native. Might be useful."
It wasn't a wild assumption. Everyone who had entered the coffin so far was at least at the peak of the Spirit Profound Realm. With the boost from the origin force, many had already reached the Earth Profound Realm.
However, Liu Wuxie was only at the eighth level of the Spirit Profound Realm—an understandable mistake.
The two men quickly surrounded him, cutting off all paths of retreat.